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To my Dear Wife, who has been 
the inspiration for the modest ex- 
pressions of gratitude and affection 
that appear on the following pages, 
this book is lovingly dedicated. 



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Greetings i 



Spoonep again 



Our Wedding Dap 



Lovers always 



We always 

go together! 

E'en when 

footsteps falter 



Well ! well ! see the folks around, . 
Dressed up in their smartest gowns, 
Come to shake and wish us joy- 
No— there is no baby boy 

You have me, and I have you, 
You're my huckleberry doo! 

Who says mushy? may be, yes; 
For a little fond caress 
From my sweetheart, lifts the load- 
Makes a brighter, sweeter road. 

Fifteen years ago to-day 

T'was, that I was shown the way 

To that sweetly happy life, 

That you've made mine— dearest wife. 

Summer's sun and winter's snow, 
Passed us by, and still as beaux, 
With the help of God above. 
Thrilled dear, with his song of love, 

Arm in arm and hearts as one. 
May these celebrations come. 
Then— when many years have flown, 
And we've both much older grown, 



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MY HUCKLEBERRY DOO! 



And eyes 

are dim 



Just another fond caress, 
Arm a stealin' 'round your dress, 
We will for the million'th time 
Whisper coyly this sweet rhyme: 



The sweetest story 

ever told! 



You have me, and I have you, 
You're my huckleberry doo! 



Welcome- 



merry crew! 



Folks, t'was good of you to come, 
Now we're in for lots of fun, 
Young and old— it's all the same 
Age means nothing but the name. 



Our Parents, 

God bless 'em! 



Let us have a mother's dance, 
Papa too— we'll give a chance, 
For, thank God, they're just as spry 
Full of vim and keen of eye, 



We're but as 

young as we feel 
thirsty eh! 



As the youngest in the bunch, 
No indeed— there's no more lunch, 
But should you be getting dry- 
Let the Sauterne's stoppers fly. 



We won't 
come home 
until morning ' ' 



May the walls ring out with song- 
And the evening we'll prolong 
Way past bed time folks, for you- 
And for this young couple too. 



Let loose 



the confetti! 



For indeed we're newly wed 
And the years that may have fled 
Seem like but a precious dream ; 
Golden moments— by the ream. 



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MY HUCKLEBERRY DOO! 



Humble appreciation ! 



Oft, we've whispered far above 
Thanks, for His abiding love 
For the kindness He has wrought, 
Wealth indeed, could ne'er have bought 



E'en the smallest, dearest part 
Of our happiness, sweetheart. 
What if skies were gray or blue, 
What if friends were false or true 



Our glorious 

duet! 



To the winds all care we'd fling- 
And this glad refrain we'd sing : 
You have me, and I have you, 
You're my huckleberry doo! 



What's pour hurry? 

Burning the 

midnight oil 



Some one say it's time to quit? 
Patience— just a little bit — 
Think of all the moments spent 
In deep study, to invent 



Foxp-Quiller 



Sentences that might amuse 
Yet dear folks— t'was but a ruse 
That I might the world acquaint 
And in this pen picture paint 



Honor to whom 

honor is due 



Just a titheing of what's due, 
My dear little wife to you 
For the happy life we've led 
Since the dear old rabbi said: 



The knot— beautiful 



You have me, and I have you, 
You're my huckleberry doo! 



MY HUCKLEBERRY DOO! 



Tickets please! 



Thousand Islands 



The St. Lawrence 
Rubber ! 



Quebec 



Cape Eternity 



The Saguenay 



Over countless miles we've strayed, 
Auld Lang Syne we've heard it played 
Far away in other climes, 
'Midst the clinking of the steins. 

We have coursed the nooks and wiles 
Of the wondrous Thousand Isles, 
The St. Lawrence — palest blue— 
What a debt we owe to you 

For the ever changing scene 
For its banks with verdure green, 
How I stood and craned my neck 
As we neared grand old Quebec; 

With its ramparts frowning high, 
Close against the darkened sky. 
Past Quebec we sailed and soon 
As the sun pierced through the gloom- 
Shining full from shore to shore 
What a picture t'was we saw! 
Cragged rocks, that rose on high, 
Till they seemed to reach the sky! 

Darkened waters, black as ink- 
None could help but pause, and think 
Of the mystic work of God, 
Surely some enchanted rod 

Must have cleaved this chasm deep, 
Through the mountains rising steep 
Each side, in majestic way 
Of the river Saguenay. 



MY HUCKLEBERRY DOO! 



All aboard! 

Feeding the 

fishes 

For she's a jolly 

good fellow 

London 



Nothing good 

enough 

Brussels 

Parlez vous Francois ! 

Hoch der Kaiser! 



Die Wacht 

am Rhein 



Heidelberg 



Tipsp again: 



Careful- 



you'll fall! 



The " Sweitz " 



Gee! it's 

cold 



O'er the ocean wide we've sped — 
More than once my dearest said, 
"You may think this very fine, 
But my, my, New York for mine!" 

But once o'er, all was forgot 
Rose was "Johnny on the spot." 
First in dressy London town 
Sought we — an imported gown- 
But we looked and looked in vain 
Nought we found, .but rain ! rain ! rain ! 
On— past meadows,— fields,— we flew, 
Till Chic Brussels loomed in view 

Paris in a smaller home 
Frenchy— clear through to the bone. 
Thence to Koln— we did jump, 
In the Kaiser's realm to bunt 

On the Rhine we sailed along 

Life was just one grand sweet song, 

Till we landed on the Pfass 

At Heidelberg,— wie gross war dass! 

Where we both felt mighty queer- 
Too much German lager beer! 
Near the Alps our engine flies 
Into nature's paradise! 

Switzerland the garden fair, 
Who that once has lingered there 
'Mongst the peaks of snow and ice 
Thinks one visit will suffice. 



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MY HUCKLEBERRY DOO! 



Paris— 

when Reuben 

comes to town 



Winsome— Buxom— Gay Par-ee 
Next we yokels went to see, 
On the boulevards so fine, 
In cafes — from after nine, 



Night owls 



Busted! 



Till the break of early dawn, 
Did we watch the surging throng - 
All as we on pleasure bent, 
Till they scarce had left a cent. 



Retrospection 

A kiss' a kiss 

for a' that 



Little time to ruminate 
Yet this much ran through my " pate. 
Whether English— German— Swiss — 
It was just the same sweet kiss, 



Under the 

harvest moon 



Whether French or Volapuk, 
Just the same dear quiet nook, 
And the grass was just as gre'en- 
And the same moon it did beam 



How we looked— 
see Frontispiece ! 



Home sweet home! 



On the bench that held we two, 
'Neath the heavens starry blue 
As at home, miles, miles beyond, 
Far across the salty pond! 



And we huddled just as tight, 
Our busy dap And we noted not time's flight, 

As the moments we'd beguile 
Patriots ever! Echoing in Yankee style. 

You have me, and I have you, 
You're my huckleberry doo. 



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MY HUCKLEBERRY DOO! 



Our limitations 



Our fervent wish 



Our golden wedding 



Two-lip-salve 



A little guardian 

angel of the 

troubled 



Sweethearts 



Through Eternity! 



We who dwell on earthly sphere 
May not through the future peer, 
It is but for us to pray 
That it be the good Lord's way, 

As the years go sweeping by— 
He will grant, that you and I 
Live in health to celebrate 
Many days, dear, from this date, 

Fifty years of golden bliss— 
Come, dear, seal this with a kiss. 
So-until this journey's o'er 
And I've reached another shore. 

May your kiss be ever near, 
You— who more than life are dear— 
And when I've been called away, 
Please God, dear, that you will stay, 

Stay to honor, cherish, bless— 
With your gentle touch caress 
Those, who 'midst the toil and strife, 
Of this passing dream called life 

May need, comfort, solace, cheer, 
Then— anon, past many a year, 
Some day, dear, again I'll twine 
Your pure, loving soul with mine, 

Then again— as one— we'll roam 
In God's great immortal home — 
Where in clarion accents sweet 
We for all time-will repeat 

You have me, and I have you, 
You're my huckleberry doo ! 



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21 laetoerie 









1896 1909 

IRoge and &lie Sternberg 

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a Eetierte 

To My Dear Rose : 

Evening of the 18th, morning of the 

19th of February, 1909 

We were seated by the fire— Rose and I, 'twas just we two, 
And the wind outside it whistled, goodness gracious, how it 

blew! 
For a while, we sat in silence, till at last 'twas Dear Rose 

spoke, 
She'd been thinking too, as I had, while the fragrant scented 

smoke 

Slowly rose in shapes fantastic, thinly vanished into 
space ; 

Of the days that had rolled past us, since at God's ap- 
pointed place 

Our two hearts were bound together ; almost twelve years 
flown since then— 

Can it be ? We'd scarce believe it, yet 'tis written of the 
pen. 



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A REVERIE 



Deep inscribed within our hearts, Dear, ne'er in life to be 

effaced, 
Is that sweetly blessed moment, whence our happiness is 

traced, 
When our souls were joined forever— aye— till our allotted time ; 
Little did I know, my Sweetheart, what a Priceless Rose was 



As the summer evening star shines wondrous bright- 
near deepest blue, 

So forever does your love, Dear, shed its lustre o'er we two, 

And its rays my path illumine, turn life's night, Dear, 
into day, 

Every spur my best endeavors, that I may be shown the 
way, 

To at least be part deserving of God's kindness unto me, 
Throughout all these years, My Dearest, what a life of 

constancy— 
Of devotion, self negation, little thought for gain or pleasure, 
Worldly riches was as nought; Peace, Contentment is our 

treasure. 

Let us pause, and look around us, see the changes Time 

has wrought, 
Since the days in Cupid's meshes, we, so willingly, were 

caught. 
Sisters who were only children, on the threshold of their 

lives 
In the twelve months that just passed us, have been 

mated— Happy Brides! 

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A REVERIE 



With proud husbands— fond and loving— fair as azure in the 

sky, 
May their lives be — e'en as God has vouchsafed to Dear, You 

and I. 
Kind and gentle have the years been to our Parents, watchful 

still- 
As in days when we as children, to their arms with voices 

shrill, 

Flew for haven, rest, for shelter, when our childish minds 

beset 
With imaginary troubles— so we find there, solace yet; 
By our faithfulness, devotion, thoughtful kindness night 

and day, 
Shall we strive the debt we owe them, in some measure 

to repay; 

May we clearly see our duty, execute it half so well 

As did they, no finer tribute— to our worth —could mankind tell. 

And the babes that were— the infants — scarce begun to coo 

and play, 
Staunch young fellows, charming maidens— launched are now 

—on life's glad way, 

May we all, Youth, Age, together, hand in hand, 'round 

circle merry 
Laugh away, Time's tinge of sadness and e'en like unto 

the fairy, 
Who with magic wand uplifted, brushes trace of years 

aside, 
Let our spirit — ever youthful — be alike our strength — 

and pride. 

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A REVERIE 



The dying coals, fitfully, were glowing in the grate; 

A sudden blast— the windows shook, the air grew chill— 'twas 

late; 
'Midst pleasant memories of the past, the evening— wings 

had taken, 
Tis time, My Dear, that we should rest, to-morrow when we 

waken 

Another lap will have been passed, another twelve-month 
fled; 

A dozen years and one sped by since You and I were wed. 

There's naught but ashes on the hearth— not e'en a glim- 
mer of light, 

Then come, My Dear, to pleasant dreams,— One Little Kiss 
-Good Night! 



The sunlit beams of early dawn were dancing on the floor, 
They beckoned us — 'tis time to rise, the night is passed — no 

more 
Of retrospect, of reverie, though happy it may be, 
But to the Future, full of life, of hope, of love with Thee, 

Now shall we turn; let glasses clink, and merry voices 

sing, 
That each recurrence of this day, its message, too, will 

bring— 
Of Endless Happiness ! Content ! e'en as the billows roar 
And break, and fall upon the sands, now— and forevermore ! 

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2L Wtx&itlt 



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Written on the occaeion of our 

Centft GHeDDing annfoetsarp 



A dull grey mist arose from out the night, 
The silvery clouds, parting in their flight 
A tiny rift shown forth, from tinted sky 
Lifting with radiant gleam— the darkness nigh ! 

The murky haze fell softly as the dew, 

Unveiling, in their wondrous blue 

The heavens, whence a brilliant stream of gold 

Dispelled the gloom of night, the birth of day foretold ! 

T'was thus, ten happy years ago— one February morn 

The sun peered forth, with gentle warmth — illumining the 
dawn, « 

And ushering, that day— that hour— most blessed in my lrfe. 

That moment, when my sweetheart, was proclaimed— my dear- 
est wife. 

That moment, when two youthful hearts, already linked in 

love, 
Were joined with God's majestic words, His blessings from 

above, 
When our young souls, in sentences infinitely divine 
Were pledged as one, as ever one, throughout the lapse of time. 



2J 



A VERSICLE 



Oh, that I had the power of mind to properly portray 

And picture, with my humble pen and in my humble way, 

The happiness, the love sublime— unspeakable ! in prose or 

rhyme 
That you've imparted unto me, for surely t'is his mystery, 

How in that little heart of thine, the Lord so perfectly en- 
twined 

So much that's good, ennobling, true— t'is but the privilege 
of a few 

Of we poor mortals dwelling here, to live with paradise so near ! 



See the merry, happy throng— hear the laughter, voices, song ! 
Welcome friends, dear ones, thrice welcome to you all ! 
Who've gathered around us here to-night, at memory's fond 

recall. 
Who've watched with us the fleeting years, as quick they 

glided by, 
Until the advent of the dawn this happy day brought nigh. 

Who've noted too with gladdening hearts, how in the years 
sped past, 

The Lord in cheerful, pleasant moulds, our lives so kindly cast, 

Who've come to grasp our hands again, in loving, warm em- 
brace, 

And wish us, that the next decade, of nought but joy leave 
trace. 

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A VERSICLE 



While in the spirit of the time, you share with us our cheer 

and wine, 
Perchance you'll call upon the host to make response to just 

one toast, 
Then will I turn dear ones to thee— the toast shall be, out 

family, 
Though fortune smile or turn away, their hearts will ever with 

us stay. 

To parents dear, who've guided us from childhood to this hour, 
Who've reared us fondly, lovingly, and given in their power 
All that they could, to bend our lives in paths of truth and 

right, 
To shield us from all earthly harm, to put all sorrow to flight. 

As each twelve-months shall have passed by, until ten more 

have fled, 
Please God, t'will then be twenty years, that you and I are 

wed, 
May we again surrounded be, by all who are here to-night ; 
E'en though eyes may have dimmer grown, gray locks Ijave 

turned to white. 



The clock on yonder mantel, onward speeds its endless way, 
With ceaseless toil it labors, nor stops at close of day ; 
From early morn to darkening night, its chimes in merry tone 
Peal forth a greeting to the hours, as o'er its dial they roam. 

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A VERSICLE 



May you and I thus ever greet the years that swiftly roll 
With happy, smiling countenance, with peace of mind and 

soul, 
Look ! where the faithful time-piece points ; the night's fast 

on the wane, 
Then let us, as in days of yore, renew that pledge again. 

♦ 
Come hither, dear, draw closer, rest gently in my arms 
As you have done these many years, far from the world's 

alarms, 
Clasp firm your little hands in mine, Heart and Spirit near 

thee ; 
May God forever find us thus— unto Eternity ! 




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